AUTOPHOBIA - G. WEASLEY

Summer, 1992: Rescue Mission

✯ CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ✯

❝But your Dad owns a car like this?❞

"LET ME GET this straight...You want us to help you kidnap Harry Potter from his evil Aunt and Uncle and bring him back here?"

Estella and Ron were sitting by the fireplace with Fred and George, having just finished telling them about their need to save Harry. Ginny had heard everything -- Estella wasn't surprised to find out she had sat listening to her and Ron's conversation by her bedroom door -- and she had agreed to help by covering for them, so now all they needed was the approval of the twins.

"It sounds bad when you say it like that, Fred," said Ron, "but yes, pretty much. We fear Harry might be in danger."

Estella nodded. "It's so important to us that we save him, and quickly, we just don't know how."

They all sat in silence for a minute. Fred and George gave eachother knowing glances, as if they were speaking to eachother telepathically, while Estella and Ron sat watching them hopefully, praying that they would agree to help them or at the very least, give them an idea of what they could do to save Harry.

After a few minutes, George spoke up, his eyes moving from Fred to the younger two.

"We'll help you," he said, plainly, "but just not for free."

Ron groaned. He glared at his brother. "How much do you want?"

"Five galleons," said Fred, smirking. "Five galleons, each. From you, Ron."

Ron clenched his fists together, his face becoming a darker shade of red than his hair. "That's ten galleons altogether! I don't have that kind of money!"

The twins merely shrugged. "No help from us then."

"Please," said Estella, who had spent the last few minutes sitting cross-legged as she watched the unfolding situation in silence. "Fred, George....Please. I know we're asking for a lot, but it's for Harry. He might be in danger. His Aunt and Uncle are absolutely horrid to him, and he's not responding to any of our letters. Not to mention the warning for underage magic. It's worrying me."

Fred and George seemed to consider her words for a minute, until at last they look at her, their brown, identical eyes actually seeming sympathetic.

"Fine," said Fred. "We'll help."

Estella beamed, fighting the urge to start jumping up and down. Ron stood from where he was sat and looked down at his older brothers.

"So, what's the plan?"

"You know that flying car Dad has hidden in the garage?" asked George, and Estella watched as Ron's eyes widened at his words. "I think it's time we put it to use."

"George, we can't. Mum will kill us."

"Mum isn't going to find out," snapped Fred. "Ginny's covering for us, remember?"

George nodded. "Besides, you're the one who wanted our help, Ickle Ronnikins."

Ron didn't say anything after this, merely sighed. The next half an hour was spent with the four of them discussing their plan for rescuing Harry, until at last Mrs Weasley went to bed and that plan could be brought to life.